He added the last to warrant his following the burly proprietor, who obviously was so void of distrust that Patsy very soon decided that none of these men had had any intercourse with the two visitors and very probably knew neither of them.
“No danger of missing it,” replied Leary, as they approached the side room. “The motorman always stops on the corner and rings his gong. He often picks up a bunch from here.”
“I see,” returned Patsy pleasantly. “I needn’t be in any rush, then.”
“No rush at all.”
“We’ll have time for another drink?”
“Sure thing. Time enough for——Huh, I’m blessed if Kelly wasn’t right! The bloke has gone.”
Leary had knocked on the door, and then opened it. He entered while speaking, Patsy following, and again asking carelessly:
“Didn’t you know the man? Was he a stranger here?”
“Sure he was.” Leary turned and gazed at him. “I didn’t know him from a hole in the wall. He must have known this room was for customers, though, for he nailed it and rang for a drink.”
“He must have been here before, then, or he wouldn’t have known it,” said Patsy.